to Her

[azurelunatic]

So, is it You who makes me content with mere figments and fragments? No blame assigned to an outside force. That which is Thou is the same as I; we are each other's weakness.

You are beautiful. I see that in the mirror, day by day, month by month, passing glance at the Thou, at the Me.

I see Your beautiful soft dark hair, fair skin with beautiful blood beneath. Dark eyes, glowing with the essence of All. Poison can dwell within beauty. Thy beauty. My beauty.

Fair skin so soft, alive: illusion. Numbing cold to the touch. So beautiful art Thou; so uncaring and kind. To end the beauty that is My pain? Sin. To touch Thy forbidden hand...

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[metaphorge.livejournal.com]

*goosebumps*

Thank you for that.

[azurelunatic]

and ... thank you for responding. I was hoping someone else had shared that bit of time, sort of .... it was something so powerful that to not share it would be a violation of my mental open source code...